Chapter 104 Chapter 104 Apprehension
Natasha’s POV
When Rebecca hit me up on WhatsApp, I was in the office, my fingers dancing furiously on the keyboard alongside the other professional hackers who were my colleagues. We were all focused, hunting down a cybercriminal who was seconds away from scamming an elderly American woman out of her entire life savings—a whopping $100,000.
“Gotcha!” I muttered under my breath as I finally cracked through his encrypted network, unveiling his real identity on my laptop screen. Without wasting another second, I forwarded the information directly to the FBI, ensuring that those bastards would be caught before they could inflict any more damage.
Just as I finished, my phone beeped. I barely had time to take a breath before glancing at the notification. The moment I saw Rebecca’s name flash across my screen, I knew I couldn’t ignore it.
Rebecca was more than just a friend; she was my family, my ride-or-die, my sister in every way except by blood. There was no way I wouldn’t pick up my phone to have a conversation with her, no matter how busy I was.
The moment I read her text, my mouth fell open in disbelief.
“What?!” I exclaimed, my fingers tightening around my phone.
How could she allow Micah into her home?
Don’t get me wrong. Helping someone in need is a good thing, a noble thing. But this? This was a whole different situation. This was the same man she had already given a massive $30,000 to. And now he needed more help? Who the hell receives that kind of money and still asks for more? That alone was suspicious. If Rebecca wouldn’t see the red flags waving right in front of her, then I would.
And there was no way I was going to sit back and watch her make a decision she would regret.
“I am going there right now!” I texted back in bold letters, leaving no room for argument. This wasn’t a request. It wasn’t me asking for permission. I was telling her what I was going to do. Period.
Rebecca had no one else looking out for her. I was her only family, the only person who truly cared about her well-being. Some people might say it wasn’t my business, that I shouldn’t involve myself in her personal decisions. But I didn’t care. It was my business. I was the one who had introduced Micah to her in the first place, thinking he would be good for her. That alone made it my responsibility to ensure he wasn’t taking advantage of her kindness.
Without another thought, I grabbed my car keys and stormed out of the office, making my way straight to Rebecca’s mansion.
The moment I arrived, the guards at the gate recognized me instantly.
“Welcome, Ma’am,” one of them said, bowing slightly before waving me in.
There wasn’t a single guard in Rebecca’s home who didn’t know me. I had lived here long enough to be considered part of the household. As I drove past the security team stationed throughout the compound, each one of them acknowledged me with the same respectful bow.
Once I reached the main entrance, I stepped out of my car, my instincts already on high alert. Something felt… off. I just couldn’t put my finger on what it was yet.
The first thing I noticed was the kitchen door—it was wide open. That was odd. Chef Marabel was meticulous about keeping things in order. There was never a time she left a door open. She always made sure everything was locked up and secured.
Then there was the state of the living room. It looked completely untouched, as if no one had cleaned it today. Evelyn, the housekeeper, was always fast and efficient. No matter what, she made sure the living room was spotless every single day, whether Rebecca was home or not.
But today, everything seemed… out of place.
A deep voice suddenly shattered the silence.
“Open this door. Now!”
I froze.
That voice was masculine, deep, authoritative—and unmistakably furious. It didn’t take much to figure out that it had to be Micah.
Rebecca had told me she let him stay with her, which meant he was the only man in the house right now. So why the hell was he yelling? Who was he yelling at?
Rebecca had over ten staff members working for her, but they never gave her a reason to raise her voice. She treated them well, and in return, they respected her deeply. So why was Micah acting like this?
“I’m going to count to three!” he bellowed again.
My pulse quickened.
I began tiptoeing towards the staircase, following the sound of his voice. My heart pounded in my chest as I climbed the stairs silently, making sure my footsteps were undetectable.
The moment I reached the top floor, I carefully peeped around the corner to see what was happening.
Micah was standing in the hallway, his body rigid and tense as he glared at one of the closed doors. One of his legs was raised, positioned to kick the door down.
I didn’t need to think twice.
I tiptoed back down the stairs and slipped out of the front door, motioning to two guards who were stationed outside. I put my finger to my lips, signaling them to be silent. They instantly understood and followed me inside without making a sound.
“Two!” Micah counted.
We crept up the stairs once more, my heart racing faster with every step.
“Three!” he shouted, just as we reached the top.
Micah stepped back, preparing to unleash his full strength on the door.
Just as he lunged forward, I shouted, “Hold it right there!”
His body froze mid-motion.
If I hadn’t intervened, there was no doubt in my mind that he would have kicked that door open. And then what? What exactly was he planning to do once he got inside?
Micah spun around at the sound of my voice, his eyes widening in shock when he saw me.
“Natasha?!” he exclaimed, his expression filled with disbelief.
He hadn’t expected me to be here. And that was his first mistake.
Because now? Now I was here.
And I wasn’t leaving until I found out exactly what the hell was going on.